Life In The D

My life in the D is a tragicomedyA poetic verseIt's voodoo some say black magic ettouffeA dead man's curseIt's just like the Egyptian tombsTunnels leading to empty roomsSkeptics think it's a doctored photoOf a U.F.OYou're wasting your breath on life after deathCoz I'm almost sureIf hell does exist than the Devil's a scientistFinding a cureIt's life microscopic sizeUnseen by the naked eyeThe answer's encoded with inkThat's invisibleWhen God made the earth and saw his net worthHe posed for a shotAnd life in the D is what was handed to meAnd that's what I've gotIt's all just a hologramLocked in a vault it's a cryptogramA lie on the Polygraph testIt's detectable